A boy discovers not a secret garden, but a secret city. His sister discovers Maths and the world of alchemy and their mother tries to break the bond of their love - as India hurtles towards Partition.
There are ancient walled cities all across the world. This story begins in Lahore’s walled, or inside city, as it is called in Urdu, in what was then India.
It’s fear, Khurshid thought, just fear. Unwatched, her face was grim.
Barefoot, she walked to the wall of her rooftop courtyard and looked out at the city she had, in just three months, begun to love: a bulking city ever teetering upwards, with its twelve giant gates which closed each night, keeping them safe, from predators and marauders, and Dar said, bad dreams, but he’d smiled, so she’d known he was joking, only not what he meant.
A pir (seer) predicts great things for a soon to be born born boy, Awais. The year is 1919 - the year of the Jallianwala Bagh (Amritsar) Massacre where anywhere from 379-1,000 unsuspecting peaceful protestors were killed by armed British troops. Politics is everywhere and on every tongue. Will the British go? Will they be booted out? And what will happen to India, then?
But Khurshid, Awais’s mother, cares nothing for all that. Her dreams are not of nationhood; they centre on her boy who will give, she’s sure, her life the meaning and beauty she’s craved for so very long. As they wait for the future to unfold, no-one notices how different Khurshid’s youngest daughter, Maryam, is. But then her secret is outed. Maryam has a superb gift for Maths.
Though she doesn’t want to think it, Khurshid begins to wonder if the pir (seer) had been right about the house but wrong about whom the gift of greatness was meant for. She checks herself but the idea grows and grows. She tries to teach Awais her burning overpowering hate. But Maryam is one of Awais’s two great loves. He can’t believe what his mother says. He can’t hate Maryam. Or, he wonders, can he?
Awais’ other great love is the inside city, which through a chance encounter, he has started to explore and to map. When Partition, brutal and horrendous, takes place in 1947, it is Awais’ knowledge of the inside city that will save lives. But will it be enough to save his family as well?
Awais has just helped his niece, Manu, Maryam’s daughter, solve a crucial puzzle. Manu’s husband is about to arrive at Awais’ house, in search of her
The phone hadn’t stopped ringing. It rang while she was here but since she left it hadn’t stopped. He has a heavy hand, I’ll say that for him, Awais said.
He reckons, maybe, that someone will break and pick it up but there’s no-one here, save me, thought Awais. I could pull out the wire but I like the idea of him knowing it’s ringing and wondering why no-one’s picking it up. Tricks like that can ruin the best of minds. And his is far from good.
They’d left after wishing him happy birthday and handing him the presents he didn’t want. There they lay on the table, still wrapped.
‘Ring, you bastard. Till your finger drops off.’
Forty-five. Such a definite age.
Stuck? Is he stuck? I could rip that thread on which he hangs or blow him down, so small he is. Why do spiders make me think of caves and caves of revelation? What did I tell her? Where did I begin? With Maryam’s birth? With mine? I guess it doesn’t matter now.
It stopped. That meant he was on his way. Fifteen minutes. Maybe less. What will I say? Whatever it is, I won’t face him as if I’m holed up in this room too frightened to leave. I’m here to watch the spider.
He reached up to open the door slightly and the pain in his arm seared through. It was electric. His knees caved in. How can I keep on forgetting how much it hurts? And then he heard it; feint at first, then louder. He had to get to the window. He couldn’t move. Each time it took longer. And then, then, the pain crumbled. Slowly, it disappeared.
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Monday, 26 February 2018
Hope all’s good this frosty morning.
We have a new video up- if you haven’t seen it.
And I’ve finally joined Facebook (thought I better do it before I go and put my ‘The End of the World is Nigh’ sandwich board on). Feel like a convert, or do I just mean an addict:) If you’re on it, do come and say ‘hello’.
Inching, slowly, towards 50%. Could do with all your help to get…
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